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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
ABC,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.