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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Fear,
Section 25,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.