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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
AZ,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.