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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.