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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.