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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.