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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.