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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
the Association,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.