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 Algeria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Scion,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.