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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
UT,
Visage,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
EPMD,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.