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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.