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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
AZ,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.