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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.