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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.