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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.