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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.