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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Lalann,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.