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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.