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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.