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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Brick,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.