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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.