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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Japan,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.