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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Litter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.