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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.