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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.