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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.