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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.