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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Faust,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.