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 Sierra Leone 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.