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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.