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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.