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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.