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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.