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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.