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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.