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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
ABC,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.