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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.