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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.