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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Gong,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.