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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.