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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.