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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
the Association,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.