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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.