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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.