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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.