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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Slave,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
MDC,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.