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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.