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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.