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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.