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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.