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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.