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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.