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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.