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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.