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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.