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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Pole,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.