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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.