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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.