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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.