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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.