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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.