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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.