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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.