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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.