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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.