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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.