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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.