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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.