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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.