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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Jandek,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.