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 Russia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Index,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.