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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s 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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.