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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.