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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.