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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.