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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.