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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.