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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Faust,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.