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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.