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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.