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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.