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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.