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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.