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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.