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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.