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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.