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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.