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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.