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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.