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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.