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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.