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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.