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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.