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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
Japan,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.