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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.