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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.