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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.