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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.