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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Can,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.