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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.