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 the UAE and from London.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.