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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Erasure,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Scientists,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.