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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.