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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.