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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.