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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.