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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.