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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.