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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.