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 Chad 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.