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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.