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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.