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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.