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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.