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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.