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 Niger 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.