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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.