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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.