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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.