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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.