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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.