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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Faust,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.