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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.