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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.