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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.