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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.