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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.