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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Move,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.