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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.