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 Norway 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.