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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.