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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
UT,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.