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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
UT,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.