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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.