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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.