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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.