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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.