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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.