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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.