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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.