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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.