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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.