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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.