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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.