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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.