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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.