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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.