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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Index,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.