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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gong,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.