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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.