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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.