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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.