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 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Television,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.