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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.