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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.