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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.