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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.