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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.