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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
cv313,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.