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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
MDC,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.