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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.