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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.