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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Names,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.