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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.