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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.