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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.