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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.