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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.