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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
cv313,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.