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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.