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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.