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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.