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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Audionom,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.