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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.