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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Remains,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.