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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.