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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.