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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.