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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.