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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.