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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Move,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.