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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
PIL,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.