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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.