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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.