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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.