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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.