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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.