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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.