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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.