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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.