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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.