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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.