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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.