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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.