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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.