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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Gong,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.