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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.