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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Skriet 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 techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Japan,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Human League,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.