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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Can,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.