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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.