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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.