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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.