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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Television,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.