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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.