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 Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.