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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.