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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.