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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.