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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.