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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.