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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.