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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.