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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.