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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.