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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.