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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.