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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.