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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.