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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.