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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Faust,
Swans,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.