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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.