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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.