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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.