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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.