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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.