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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.