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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.