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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.