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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.