Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.