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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Saints,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.