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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.