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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Can,
Hardrive,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.