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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Aswad,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.