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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.