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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.