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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
The Move,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.