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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Move,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.