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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.