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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CMW to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.