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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.