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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.