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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Franke,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Can,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.