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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.