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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Television,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.