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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.