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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Index,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.