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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.