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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.