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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Wake,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
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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.