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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.