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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.