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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.