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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.