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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.