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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.