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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.