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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Franke,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.