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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.