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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.