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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.