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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.