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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Wire,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.