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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.