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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Cure,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.