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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
MDC,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.