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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.