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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.