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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.