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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Nas,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Echospace,
MDC,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.