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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.