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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.