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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.