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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Neil Young 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.