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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.