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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Lyres,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.