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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.