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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.