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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.