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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Scion,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.