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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.