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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Swans,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.