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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Josef K,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.