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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.