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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
UT,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.