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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.