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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.