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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.