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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.