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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.