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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.