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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
X-102,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.