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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Index,
Darondo,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.