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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.