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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Technova,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.