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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.