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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.