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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.