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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.