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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Darondo,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.