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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.