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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.