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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Television,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.