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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.