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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Pagans,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.