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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Technova,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.