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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.