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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Slits,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.