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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.