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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.