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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.