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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.