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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.