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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
cv313,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.