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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.