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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Monks,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.