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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
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.