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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.