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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.