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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.