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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.