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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.