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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.