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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.