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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.