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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Smog,
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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.