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 Greece 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.