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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.