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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.