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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Nico,
Television,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Inner City,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.