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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.