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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.