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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.