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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.