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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.