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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.