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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Scientists,
Fear,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.