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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.