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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.