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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.