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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.