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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.