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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Suicide,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.