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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.