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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Japan,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
UT,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.