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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.