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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.