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 Palau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.