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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.