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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.