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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Television,
June Days,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.