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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.