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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.