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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.