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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.