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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Index,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.