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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.