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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.