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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Lyres,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.