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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.