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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.