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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.