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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.