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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.