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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.