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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.