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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
ABC,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.