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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.