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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.