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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.