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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Motorama,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.