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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.