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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Kayak,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.