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 France 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Index,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.