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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Rekid,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.