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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.