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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.