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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.