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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.