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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.