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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.