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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.