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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.