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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.