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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.