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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
New Order,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.