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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.