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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.