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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.