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 Mongolia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.