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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.