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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.