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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.