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 China and from Manila.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.