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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.