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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.