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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.