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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Swans,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.