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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.