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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.