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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.