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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.