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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Swans,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.