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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.