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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 UT 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.