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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.