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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.