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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.