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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.