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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Remains,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.