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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.