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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.