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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.