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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.