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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.