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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.