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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.