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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.