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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.