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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.