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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.