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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
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.