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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.