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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.