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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.