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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.