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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.