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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.