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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.