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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.