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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.