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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.