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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.