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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.