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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.