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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.