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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.