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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.