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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.