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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.