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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.