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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.