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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Whodini,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.