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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.