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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.