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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.