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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Mars,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.