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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.