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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.