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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.