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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.