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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.