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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.