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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.