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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
The American Breed,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.