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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.