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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.