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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.