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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Busters,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.