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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.