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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.