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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.