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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.