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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.