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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.