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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.