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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.