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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.