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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.