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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.