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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.