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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Brick,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.