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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.