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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.