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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.