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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.