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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.