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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.