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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.