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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.