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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.