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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.