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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.