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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.