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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.