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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
CMW,
The Martian,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.