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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.