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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.