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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.