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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.