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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.