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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.