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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.