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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Organ,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.