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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.