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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.