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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.