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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.