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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.