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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Technova,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.