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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.