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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.