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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.