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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.