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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mars,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.