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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.