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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.