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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.