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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.