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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.