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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
the Normal,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.