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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.